Paul Gable
Mom comes again!

CHAPTER ONE

She could feel his cock pressing up against her cunt, the liquid fire burning in her pussy, making her clit shiver with excitement, then curl back.

Betty draped her long silky white legs over her son's body, hugging his thighs with her knees while she felt his cock entering her. It was more than she could have ever hoped for in her life. His fingers were pinching her nipples, rolling them like peas while his prick stretched her pussy, the fat double-lobed head scratching all the itching nerve endings aching to be touched.

Inching her knees back, Betty rolled her head against the crushed pillow behind her, her body penetrated by her son's cock, her back arching while more and more of his cockmeat fucked into her wet, winking cunt.

"No!"

Betty Harrington awoke with a start, sitting up in her bed, drenched with sweat. She could feel her heart beating so rapidly that the blonde woman thought she would surely have a heart attack. Betty put her fingers against her burning cheeks, panting as if she were a dog. What a terrible, horrible dream! What on earth had she been thinking of before going to sleep?

Betty covered her mouth with both hands, closing her eyes and trying to make that terrible feeling between her legs go away. But it wouldn't. Her pussy was swollen open, the hairs damp with thick running cuntjuice while her nipples were sensitive and sore from arousal. Licking her lips, Betty shrugged her head into her shoulders, looking around her nervously as if there were someone in her large bedroom who had been watching her all along. No. She was alone in her shame.

"Brian!"

Betty whispered her son's name and felt a shiver of wicked delight ripple down her spine and make her cunt snap shut on thin air. She rolled on her side, slowly sinking back down on the bed.

Betty groaned, feeling the slippery slide of her walls against one another. Oh God! Would this feeling never go away? How was she supposed to sleep? How could she even face her handsome son after having had such a vivid dream?

"Drink! Need a drink!" Betty whispered to herself, sliding her long legs over the side of the bed. Grabbing her robe from the chair, Betty cracked open the door. Brian wasn't there. Neither was her daughter, Kathy. Clutching at her robe, Betty tiptoed down the carpeted hall, pausing far just a second at the top of the landing when she noticed a dim light fanning out from under the study door.

"What on earth?"

Betty paused for a moment, about so turn back and wake her son. Then she remembered that he had invited one of his friends home from college. Betty was about to go back and try to get more sleep when the door opened and Justin Wesley stepped into the hall.

"Oh, Mrs. Harrington, are you still up?" he asked.

Betty clutched at her robe, feeling terribly undressed in front of this stranger, even though her son apparently found him to be a good friend.

"I-I couldn't sleep," she said, hesitating still.

"Well, I was watching TV with Brian. But he got bored real fast."

"Well, I-I came down for a little something to drink to soothe my nerves."

Betty smiled, shrugging off her nervousness. After all, Justin was Brian's best, friend and seemed to be a nice boy. Betty gripped the handrail and walked quickly down the stairs, feeling still the sexy rubbing of her cunt walls against one another. She wished he wouldn't stare at her as if he could see right through her robe. Her nipples were still stiff and tender, rubbing itchily against the light-blue nylon material.

Justin backed into the room, moving to the television and switching channels while Betty walked to the bar and poured herself a light vodka tonic. Justin was extremely handsome, something that hadn't been lost on the lonely widow the first time she had set eyes on him three days before. Now, tilting the cool glass against her lips and feeling the burning liquid warm her belly, Betty began to realize how dangerous the little midnight drink might be. Her heart was beating again, and the hot itchiness around her cunt was growing more and more intense.

Betty leaned against the bar heavily, half watching the TV, half-watching Justin. If only he weren't looking at her in that worshipful way! It unsettled her, made her feel as if she owed him something! Betty smiled wondering if she should carry her drink back to her bedroom.

"You know, Mrs. Harrington, I think you're a beautiful woman," Justin said.

The remark caught Betty off guard. She trembled, her fingers tightening around the while a tremor shook her entire body. She smiled nervously, pushing a stray stand of blonde hair from her eyes.

"Why, thank you!"

No one had really told her anything like that since her husband had died in a car accident three years before. It flattered Betty and made her warm a little more toward the handsome, tall young man standing in front of her.

"And I think you're intelligent too. I mean," Justin said, coughing into his hand, "to raise Brian and Kathy the way you have, all alone, has got to take a lot of strength and all that." Betty nodded, feeling a rush of loneliness and despair wash over her. It had been difficult. But it was something she didn't want to think of right now. That job was over. Betty knew both her children were growing up and would be ready to leave in a few years. There was time for her now. But who was around to help her share it?

"Perhaps I'd better leave. It's getting late and…"

Betty started to walk from the room. But Justin moved away from the television, seeming to block her way. She was a little drunk, feeling the liquor burn through her belly.

"Excuse me, Justin. I'm tired – I really am," Betty said, feeling his arm brushing hers. There was an electrical current, one that made her body feel alive and terribly young for the first time in years. Betty paused, then caught herself and rushed up the stairs.

She closed the door – or thought she did shrugging off her robe and sitting on the edge of her bed. Quickly downing the rest of her drink, Betty fell back, her body more alive than it had been just after her terrible dream. The memory of the nightmare was still too vivid, too hot to ignore. For the first time in a long time, she had almost reached a climax while asleep. Betty smiled, brushing her hands under her large, firm tits. The touch gave her a chill. Her first inclination was to stop touching. What good would it do anyway? But Betty kept her hands there anyway, thumbing her nipples until they grew turgid and pushed up from the soft surrounding areola. The effect was electric.

Betty sensed the tension in her body building. She pushed her legs apart, her knees jerking up from the sheets as she felt her cuntlips itchily un-sticking. Her inner thighs alternately chilled and burned as she rolled her ass around on the mattress, wishing Justin or her son Brian were there to take care of the hot, tight feeling.

"Uhhhh-ooooooohh!"

Betty bit down hard on her lower lip, forcing herself to be silent. She didn't want the children getting up, trying to find what on earth was going on in her room. But it was hard for her to keep still, especially after having had the brief encounter with her son's handsome, muscular friend.

The tickle of her nipples had started the juices flowing from between her cuntlips. When she rubbed her thighs, the buttery cuntjuice spread more and more, leaking out to dot the blonde curls of her pussy with the moisture. Her breathing was growing shallow.

Licking her dry lips, Betty tossed her head against the pillow. Her hand, resting on her belly, was trembling, inching down until her fingers were pushing through her cunthair.

"Ohhhhh!" Betty was a dizzy and a little drunk. "Oh my God!"

Betty thought she would die right there on the bed. Who was standing there in the doorway staring at her? At first, the woman thought it was Brian. Then, in a flash, Betty realized it was Justin standing there, watching her, studying her naked body.

"How long have you been there?" Betty asked, her voice a raspy whisper.

"Long enough to see you need something like my cock to take care of you, Mrs. Harrington? Or should I call you Betty?"

"Get out!" Betty hissed out the command. How dare he say something like that to her?

She was about to slide from bed and gather up her role, when she heard the door click and lock. Betty shivered, drawing back on the bed and scratching for the sheet to cover herself.

"You want to get fucked? I wanna fuck you," Justin said, opening his red flannel short. "I think I wanted to stick my cock into you the first time Brian introduced me to you."

"This is crazy!" Betty whispered, looking around her for something to throw at him.

"Not as crazy as denying what you really want, right, Betty?"

"Look, I'm not some coed you can – ohhhh, what are you doing?"

He was sliding onto the bed now, holding her knees while moving his body in front of her. Betty squirmed away, trying to pull her legs free. But his grip was too hard. She felt his strong, warm fingers pressing into her flesh, making her skin crawl with delight and excitement.

She couldn't admit what was happening to her. It was awful, being seduced by her son's best friend. It was one of the oldest jokes in the world, and she was becoming the punch line.

"Justin, now listen to me! This has gone far enough!"

But he wasn't listening. He was licking up her inner thighs, his fingers pressing against her hot flesh. She tried worming her way up higher on the bed. But any kind of movement was impossible.

Justin held her firmly to the bed, laughing at her, kissing her body in places even her husband never touched. And then she could feel the slick surfaces of her cunt rubbing together. In another moment, Betty felt Justin's tongue wetting her all over. He was gasping and moving his strong body against the sagging mattress while he drew his tongue up under her cunt mound and set off a sexual fire that nearly knocked her unconscious.

"Uhhhhh!"

Betty opened her mouth, gasping in air while she shut her eyes tight and concentrated on the hot, wet licking bathing her cunt again and again. Betty tensed her thighs, rocking them up and down, bouncing her naked ass against the bed while clawing at the air. He was touching her in all the right places.

"God, God, God!" Betty moaned.

It was unreal. Betty tried fighting through the red fog that had settled over her brain. But she fell back once again, gasping and rutting under Justin's oral attack. She was opening her cunt to him, forgetting all about her son.

Justin was going wild, his tongue gently licking over the tender inner flesh of her thighs. Each lap brought more floods of juice from her cunt. It was a wonderful licking friction, made more delicious by the feeling of his mustache tickling her clit.

"Ohhhhh, you're so-so good, Justin! Oh, it, do it to me!"

Betty rolled her hips from side to side, feeling the boy's long tongue sucking around her inner cuntlips. He was rubbing the tip against her.

Betty's breath caught, her legs shivering at his touch while her fingers clawed through Justin's thick blond hair.

"No, don't do that – no, don't make me cum, no don't make me cum yet!"

"Oh man, oh man, you're one hot woman, Betty!" Justin whispered, drawing back and wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.

Betty looked at him through lust-heavy eyes. She wanted him fucking her, driving his prick into her and taking away all the naughty, naughty feelings she had been having about her son.

"Fuck me! Fuck!"

Justin pulled back, pushing one finger into her cunt and licking all around the tense, eager edges of her pussy. It was almost more than she could stand. Betty tensed her body, the tendons bulging against her spit-slicked thighs while the veins stood out taut against her bulging neck muscles.

Betty rolled her eyes back into her head and teat the mattress with her fists. Fucking! Fucking! God, it had been so long! Would she know what to do? The hot, throbbing feelings between her thighs told her that there was no problem. And oh, how good it was feeling his hot, panting breath tickling through her cunt hair as he licked her cunt over and over again.

"Justin!" Betty whispered his name as if it were a chant. Her hands dared to reach down her belly to find the boy's face and tongue. She felt with her fingers at the steamy mess between her thighs and felt Justin's tongue loving her. It had to be the finest feeling in the world, she thought.

"Want that fuck bad now, eh? Wanna feel my cock in you, Betty?"

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

It was an expression she hadn't used since her husband had fucked her. But now she felt young again, free again, wanting a man's cock in her. She almost laughed at her own lust as it surged through her, taking her breath away with its terrible power.

"Ohhhhh, Justinnnnnnnn!"

He had his big hands on her ass now, rolling her back, his fingers straying dangerously close to her shitter. She could hear him breathing heavily while he licked her ass with his tongue.

Justin enjoyed licking women, covering them with his spit while he watched them soar out of control. And Betty could easily see why women enjoyed having Justin do it to them. She was feeling so wet, so hot down there between her legs. The insides of her thighs, her ass, and her cunt burned to have more sensation, more of the wonderful young man's tongue. Betty drew one hand over her eyes, panting heavily, feeling her cunt tighten like a coil, ready for climax.

"Ohhhh, nooooo!" she moaned.

It had been so long, so very, very long since she had felt something so good. Her arms trembled, her fingers curling around Justin's head while his tongue drove up and down her cuntslit. Her clit burned from the steady licking friction, while the places between her toes tickled oddly.

Betty fanned her fingers out along Justin's neck, raising her feet from the bed. Slowly, breathing harder than ever, Betty inched her knees back until they were against her tits. Then she spread them even farther. Every tiny hollow of her cunt was peeled back. Every inch of her pussy was surrendered to the hungry boy.

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh God, God do it to me, Justin! Oh! No! No! Oh please, fuck me!" Betty gasped.

Nothing mattered anymore. She could have tiled and it wouldn't have mattered. It was the loveliest thing that had happened to ha. It was driving her mad.

Betty cried out, working her ass around in frantic little circles. Betty couldn't stand it any longer. She begged Justin for his cock.

"Alright, baby then you'll get it."

Pulling back, the handsome stud shrugged off his shirt, then pulled his jeans down until his ten-inch cock sprang free, pointing right at Betty like a giant pole. The woman barely had a chance to appreciate its length and thickness before he was on top of her again, rubbing his prick up and down her thighs and holding her legs high off the bed.

"Ohhhhhh!"

His cock felt hot and thick. She felt it working against her jagged wet cunt slit, drawing up all the lascivious feelings she had, until Betty thought she would faint from the excitement. And then she felt his hot cockhead pushing up into her cunt crack, stretching her widely apart.

She screamed, beating her fists against his back. It was just like in her dream, but this time, the feeling was real. Betty tossed her head, feeling her head splashing in soft tangles while tantalizing flames licked up her thighs. He was fucking her! This stranger was fucking her, fucking in his thick, stiff cock and moving around inside her.

Betty groaned, feeling her cunt walk collapsing, buckling in under all the heat, clenching his throbbing cock tightly.

"Oh wow, man, wow!"

Justin was holding her narrow shoulders with his broad hands, working his hairy ass up and down while fucking his thick hunk of cock through the woman's cunt. Betty felt penetrated, impaled on his thick prick. She shivered on it, screwing her body down farther, until she could feel his balls nestling up against her ass. He was all the way in her, leaning up against her body, fucking in while moving his hands to her tits and squeezing them.

"Ohhhh, when you pull back like that ohhhh no, Justin, it's-it's so good! Oh, it's so good I'm gonna die!" Betty groaned.

The young man started fucking her, pulling his cock out nearly all the way, then rocking his hips from side to side so she could feel it poking against all the sensitive nerves in her pussy. Betty moaned, kicking her legs up, feeling the hot, prickly sensations making her legs and thighs tense up against the big stud.

Fucking was the best thing in the whole world. And with Justin's prick in her, cunt couldn't keep herself from babbling and jerking. Her clit was pulled tightly down each time he fucked into her cunt. And then, while her belly filled with his cockmeat, Justin bit teasingly around her right nipple.

"Oh, no, no, no!"

The juice seemed to erupt from her cunt, and she felt it leaking down her ass and onto the bed. Hungrily, Betty ground her hips for more, straining up against him. She was going to cum.

"Oh man, oh baby!" Justin cried.

He was biting the right side of her neck, his fingers hurting her as he fucked his cock wildly back and forth, back and forth into her stretched-wide cunt. The mattress bounced under her white, shivering ass, the headboard clattering against the wall. But Betty didn't care about others finding out any longer. She didn't care about anything except her cunt and how it burned and clasped at Justin's fucking cock.

Again and again Justin fucked his cock against her clit, making the tiny trigger swell to the bursting point. Betty felt her belly quiver, her tits start to throb in time with her beating clit. She was going to cum.

Curling her fingers, she scratched at Justin's back.

There was a moment of pause, a second when Betty felt herself teetering on the point of a pyramid. Her clit swelled, her body poised. And then the mad rush of itchy, hot thrills raced through her cunt, making the tiny, powerful muscles around her pussy mouth clench down on Justin's prick. And she could feel it shoot, could feel the milky gobs of jizz spattering against her cunt walls as the delightful feelings coursed through her.

"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck…"

Betty couldn't speak, her voice paralyzed by the power of her climax. All the woman could do was ride the wonderful waves pulling her to pieces.

Closing her eyes, Betty drank in the feeling of Justin's body pressing against hers. And she pretended it was her son's prick rubbing up against her pussy walls.